Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Battered... & the Silent Vengeance ~ International Womans Day - 2006

my God it was what I thoughtthe beating went on an onhe did not even say this timewhat was my supposed crimebut what I hated the mostwas not that all the neighborhood folksgathered round our front doorit was not that he didn't stopwhen my face hit the floorand that he kept on more and morenot even seeing that it was me he hitshell no it was - he did it around the kidsaround our kidsaround my beautiful kidsas I rose while he walked to thebackroom where he kepta gun in that locked roomI had no doubthe thought he had knocked me outwhat this stupid cowarddidn't recognizeit is the female lionthat providesso I did what I had to doI sprung in one motion to the kids bed roomand before he could say one more wordI was pushing my way through the front doorbut over my shoulder I heard him creepso I turned ‘round and looked him in the eyetouch me one more time you will never sleeptouch me one more time and I'll take you outbelieve there was no doubtthe coward had messed up this timehe recognized the lioness was out